Parting

My need for her, primal.
The void, the absence,
Forever and final,
It can’t have happened

Grief is a poor surrogate,

For the raw intense ache,
Raising emotions of despair,
Feelings of Desolation raked.

My insides seem to scream,

A silent overriding bawl.
Basking around are thoughts,
As I lay in a remorseful sprawl.